The universe is full of marvelous things.

The universe is full of marvelous things. This isn't one of them...

Plato said that somewhere out there is the ideal representation of everything: the perfect chair, the perfect spoon, the perfect dog, etc. I have come down with the perfect flu.

It is a mixture of... well a 100.9 degree fever, a hacking cough, a burning sore throat, runny nose, aches and chills, fatigue, and vomiting..

It's keeping me at home today but that's the last thing I need. I am desperate to be at the office so I can collect the information I so badly need.

i couldn't help them though, he would surley die as im pregnant with triplets

And then he did. Of shock. And suddenly I gave birth to the triplets and they disappeared.

I woke up and sat there dumbfounded. What in the world just happened to my dream? then I realise as a western cowboy and an alien walk in that I am still dreaming. Well great...

just peachy. In my dream about dreaming, I was now in control. "What'll it be?" I asked, wiping the bar. "Dos mojitas," the cowboy said, holding up 3 fingers. The alien squirmed

in his seat before resting his arm around my shoulder across the bar. It gazed at me with it's eleven eyes and wrapped it's many purple tentacles around me; a new genre was born.